"Well, you're doing a good job of it right now. I didn't used to like them when I was younger, either. Didn't hug, didn't talk... I was a pretty boring little kid, I think. Or just a weird one."
Funny, now, to think back on that little kid he'd been, when his father had found him. He'd been so quiet, so withdrawn, so shut off from everything, and now look at him. He's sure Ned's noticed by now the enthusiastic way he flings himself at the world, arms wide open, even if the world just keeps rejecting him in a variety of ways. It's hard, he thinks, for anyone to imagine him as being normal, not so loud and flamboyant, not so willing to engage in conflict; he wouldn't believe it about himself, either, except that he'd experienced it.
"Touching you's nice, too," he says, and he means it vehemently, because it's even nicer than touching other people he's had the chance to touch. That's always been so fleeting, and Ned's snuggled up to him right now, not seeming like he's about to rush off in a hurry. And Ned's warm, and comforting, and of course it doesn't hurt that he's handsome, too.
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Funny, now, to think back on that little kid he'd been, when his father had found him. He'd been so quiet, so withdrawn, so shut off from everything, and now look at him. He's sure Ned's noticed by now the enthusiastic way he flings himself at the world, arms wide open, even if the world just keeps rejecting him in a variety of ways. It's hard, he thinks, for anyone to imagine him as being normal, not so loud and flamboyant, not so willing to engage in conflict; he wouldn't believe it about himself, either, except that he'd experienced it.
"Touching you's nice, too," he says, and he means it vehemently, because it's even nicer than touching other people he's had the chance to touch. That's always been so fleeting, and Ned's snuggled up to him right now, not seeming like he's about to rush off in a hurry. And Ned's warm, and comforting, and of course it doesn't hurt that he's handsome, too.